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He felt a jolt of heat. Yeah, he wanted to kiss her like that, slide his hands under that maddening, purple dress. He settled for pulling her closer to his side.
“Those two generate some heat.” She sipped her drink.
Under the table, he slid a hand up her knee and she jolted. “They do.”
“There’s Laurent.” Devyn slid out of the booth, and Killian moved after her. “We’ll be back.”
Cain saw Jet lick her lips. He let his fingers slide up her satiny skin, and then under her dress.
“Cain—”
“Yes, Jet.”
“You’re confusing me. I don’t know if you’re playing with me, or…”
He leaned down. “Or if I actually want you?”
“Yes.” A quiet whisper. “I’ve had guys act interested, but I’m…me. Too smart. Too cute. Too…”
“Perfect.”
Her lips parted.
“I can’t stop touching you,” he murmured. “I’m losing the battle to stay away from you.”
She made a sound. “What if I don’t want you to stay away?”
The skin of her inner thigh was so soft. He stroked and heard her gasp. “You should. I’m not good enough for you.”
Her eyes widened.
“I’m not good. I’ve done terrible shit. I’ll fuck this up. I…” He looked away, the club a blur.
Then she grabbed his wrist and moved his hand. Right between her thighs.
That’s when he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. His cock throbbed, hard. She was wet and warm. He moved his fingers, stroking her bare pussy.Fuck.
“That’s for you,” she said. “Maybe it’s not right, maybe we’ll mess it up, but I want you, Cain.”
“Jet—”
“Hey.” Devyn and Killian slid back into the booth.
Cain tried to keep his face composed. Jet was blushing, but it was dark enough in the club to hide it. He flicked her clit, and saw her bite her lip. She hastily took a huge gulp of her champagne. He reluctantly pulled his hand back.
“Laurent didn’t have a name, he’s just heard whispers,” Devyn said. “But he gave us another contact who might have more. He’s at a bar. Le Syndicat.”
Cain knew the place. “In the Strasbourg Saint-Denis district. It’s a short drive to get there.” He rose. “We’ll see you there.”
He led Jet out of the club. Their cars were parked out front. Killian had rented a sleek McLaren 720S in a dark gray.
Cain had rented a silver Audi R8—normal enough not to stand out too much, but with some power under the hood. He opened the door for Hex.
As she slid in, she let her dress ride up.
He growled. “There will be payback for the little teases.”
She just smiled at him.
